| on a Friday night to get something to drink. It so happened that that Dunkin' Donuts was the local "ricer" hang out on the weekends. I pull up front and center and a swarm of teenagers gather around my car. I get out of the car and close the door. One of the fat asian kids: "Is it twin turbo?"
Me: "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Tall skinny kid with braces: "Well is it?"
Me: "Of course."
Fat asian kid: "Pop the hood." I oblige, and the crowd peers into the engine bay. Tall skinny kid: "What do you have done to it?"
Me: "Got some work done. HKS GT2530 turbos, intake, exhaust, pulley. Nothing special."
Fat asian kid: "How come we didn't hear your blow off valves?"
Me: "I'm still running the stock recirculating valves."
Fat asian kid: "What kind of numbers you pushing?"
Me: "Haven't dynoed it in a while. Figure around 550 or so."
Tall skinny kid: "I don't see the turbos. Where are they?"
Me: "There down there, by the exhaust manifolds (as I point way down in my engine bay) see 'em? Alllll the way in there." *Crowd murmuring* Fat asian kid: "Oh yeah, there they are!"
Tall skinny kid: "Those are nice!" I lolled on the inside, got my drink and left.
The key to winning is knowing how to play the game. I am diabolically clever and can piss further than you can think...I always win.
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